Abandoned Dream

Can you tell me the wages

Of an abandoned dream?

Is it despair or rage? Or

Is it a muffled scream?

Frozen in the throat

It petrifies the tongue,

Turns mouth into a moa

tShoots arrows through the lung,

Then it contorts intestines -

Guttural rending pain -

Cramps muscles up, and next it

Sclerotifies the brain -

Freezes the toes and fingers

Sends shivers up the skin 

Whereupon it lingers

Until it wears it thin -

Why can't you scream out loud?

It is because nerves fray

Trying to contain the crowd

Of words you cannot say,

It is because time-master

Conspires to strike you dumb

And with each year beats faster?- 

Do not just be, become,

Turn into something, somehow,

Turn into something quick,

Make the life happen now,

Make of you what you seek,

And if you find it missing -

All that you thought you'd be -

Turn it into a kiss, and

Give it all up to me.